My serpent mound is vulva soft
Composed of fallen leaves and grass
That I have brought and offered here,
Arms full every time.
And as I travel back for more,
Along a trail that's littered by
Decomposed fallen leaves and grass,
I see it's all the same.

The offering, the offered one,
The one that's left, the other one,
The me, the not me,
All part of the same great whole,
All part of the scriptures
That one doesn't need
When one has unction
And sees the Great Life lived everywhere.

-jenn